Even after many years living in the south, I still didn’t forget what it was like to live in the great white north. Except, some little things did slip my mind. There have also been new developments that I’ve needed to learn.
Those who follow me know we went from the Chicago area, to Florida, but I never shared why.
Well, you see, the politicians in office were making it more and more difficult to afford the cost of living in Chicago. My husband was a blue collar worker where he was either forced to join a union, or work for petty wages outside of a union. Neither choice was good, and here is why.
The last time I posted about the unbearable heat at Christmasin Florida,I never dreamed I’d be living in the north two years later. Even though I wanted to move, I didn’t think it would actually happen.
We’ve been in our new, old hometown for five months now. For those of you who haven’t read here before, I call it my new, old hometown, because twenty-seven years ago I moved away from where I grew up. Now I’m back.